Alexander Pope ( 10 of 261 )
When at the close of each sad, sorrowing day,
Fancy restores what vengeance snatch'd away.
When at the close of each sad, sorrowing day,
Fancy restores what vengeance snatch'd away.
See the wild Waste of all-devouring years!
How Rome her own sad Sepulchre appears,
With nodding arches, read more
See the wild Waste of all-devouring years!
How Rome her own sad Sepulchre appears,
With nodding arches, broken temples spread!
The very Tombs now vanish'd like their dead!
And soften'd sounds along the waters die:
Smooth flow the waves, the zephyrs gently play.
And soften'd sounds along the waters die:
Smooth flow the waves, the zephyrs gently play.
Condition, circumstance, is not the thing;
Bliss is the same in subject or in king.
Condition, circumstance, is not the thing;
Bliss is the same in subject or in king.
When rumours increase, and when there is an abundance of noise and clamour, believe the second report.
When rumours increase, and when there is an abundance of noise and clamour, believe the second report.
Soft o'er the shrouds aerial whispers breathe,
That seemed but zephyrs to the train beneath.
Soft o'er the shrouds aerial whispers breathe,
That seemed but zephyrs to the train beneath.
Worth makes the man, and want of it the fellow;
The rest is all but leather and prunello.
Worth makes the man, and want of it the fellow;
The rest is all but leather and prunello.
Zeal is very blind, or badly regulated, when it encroaches upon
the rights of others.
Zeal is very blind, or badly regulated, when it encroaches upon
the rights of others.
I'll print it,
And shame the fools.
I'll print it,
And shame the fools.
Virtue, I grant you, is an empty boast;
But shall the dignity of vice be lost?
Virtue, I grant you, is an empty boast;
But shall the dignity of vice be lost?
